Torn

The One That Got Away

Bellamy

The sun was well up in the sky by the time Bellamy started headed down back towards camp. It was a beautiful day, and that's coming from him. The sun was shining bright, the dew on the trees glowed a florescent green, most likely a toxic rain, but he just wanted to feel good about earth for one day. The soil was moist and for once, didn't stick to the soles of his boots; and the air, the air was as fresh as its ever been, and it felt amazing. 

Asher saw him first, sliding down the hill to the valley where the dropship was situated. He saw her signal to Miller and the gates had already opened by the time he stepped foot off the slope. Shrugging, he walked inside; nothing could ruin his day. He waved a good-natured wave to Miller catching him off-guard, smiling awkwardly, Miller brought his hand up, but couldn't seem to wave it back and forth to respond to Bellamy's strange mood. Slightly amused, Bellamy smiled to himself and walked through the camp. On the way he spotted Octavia working in the meat shack hanging up some food to roast. Without thinking, he walked over to her, a grin on his face. 

"Hey Brian could you-" Octavia turned around, a piece of panther in her hand. She stopped short on her sentence when she saw Bellamy. Smiling? 

"Uh, Bell are you oka-" she was cut off when Bellamy grabbed her face and kissed her on the forehead. He enveloped her into a hug, and despite her greasy skin and the smell of meat in her hair, he enjoyed every second of it. 

"Oh! O-okay?" she said surprised, her hands dangling by her sides unenthusiastic-ally, "You seem in a rather good mood today?" 

Bellamy took a deep breath, "I just realized that i hadn't hugged you in awhile, so i came adn hugged you." he said, that ridiculous smile still across his face

Octavia leaned to him and squinted her eyes, "Are you drunk?" she asked in a hushed tone

Bellamy laughed and walked away before kissing her one more time on the forehead, "I'm fine." 

Leaving an extremely confused sister behind, he made his way to his tent. He came in softly, still aware that when he left Clarke was still under the serum. To his delight she was awake and sitting on the bed and to his shock, her back was bare. She was facing away from the door and hadn't flinched when he'd entered. Realizing that she hadn't heard him and curious to what she was doing, Bellamy waited patiently and cautiously at the door. 

After about a second he registered that she was changing her clothes. He looked to the floor and saw her clothes laying in a dirty pile along with her muddy boots. He glanced at her lower body, and to his slight dismay, saw that it was covered by the blanket. What? He's human. She was humming to herself, the same song she hummed when she had killed Atom, her mom's lullaby. Questioning her sanity he made a move to step closer, but saw her bring her hands to her neck, and he paused. She slipped on her bra and what perplexed him was that he snapped his eyes shut. He heard her bring the sides to her back, her lullaby faltering for a second before resuming its tune when she found the clip. He carefully opened his eyes and saw her put on a dark olive-green shirt, much too big for her body. Still humming and now Bellamy confusingly uncomfortable, wanted to get out of the tent as soon as possible. But then she stood. 

And Bellamy froze. 

Her legs were bare and the shirt barely grazed her thighs, slightly above mid thigh. He finally understood that it was his shirt, particularly his old cadet uniform shirt. He had never seen this much skin, has weird has that sounds, he had always this image of Clarke fully covered from wrist to ankle. Even when she had slept naked when they'd rescued her, she was still completely covered by her sleeping bag. He realized she had never really shown her body and he knew she was uncomfortable in it. She always fidgeted in a tight shirt and never wore tight jeans, they were always baggy. Why was her body having such an effect on him? Better yet, why was she ashamed of it? Her legs were beautiful, her calves beautifully sculpted from her athletic days up in the ark. Her back was slim and defined and he knew she had taken a few swimming trips down at the lake. But what he took the most bizarre pride in was that she was wearing his shirt, and probably she was going to fear his jeans; after all it was his tent, and none of her clothes were here, sadly.